Chapter 660: Chapter 405 City Lord_2

But Colin Blackwood understood that there wasn’t a deep-seated hatred between him and Logan, so why take the risk? That’s why Colin Blackwood took over a dozen steps back, prepared to reconcile.

Seeing that Logan was about to press his advantage, Colin Blackwood hurriedly said, “Fellow Daoist, please refrain, there was just a bit of a misunderstanding just now, in fact, we can resolve it between us.”

“Misunderstanding?” Logan stopped his attack, then offered a mocking smile, “You think it’s a misunderstanding? It seems you haven’t taken a single word of what I said earlier to heart. It’s not just about personal dislike between us, but also indignation for the citizens in the city, your negligence as the City Lord.”

“Your heart is kind, truly admirable, but you say I’ve been wreaking havoc in the city, I disagree. Although I, as the City Lord, may not have exhausted all efforts, I have always been walking on thin ice, never bullying anyone–of course, some of my subordinates would certainly do as they please behind my back.”

Colin Blackwood stated confidently, his voice full of righteousness: “Rest assured, I will definitely tighten supervision afterwards, ensuring that my people no longer bully others, and I will also reflect on myself. I will surely improve the living conditions for the citizens. Can you give me a chance to make amends?”

“Let’s not pretend anymore, we’re both smart people. I know you’re trying to escape to the Extreme Cold Lands, thinking you can fool me?”

Logan scoffed, he had seen many like Colin Blackwood, who only made concessions when they felt outmatched; had the tables been turned, Colin Blackwood would have likely struck him down without hesitation. Thus, Logan could not be easily deceived by a few words.

After all, how could a city that was so dilapidated and had suffered from hunger and cold for so long, be in such a state without the City Lord’s knowledge? These words were nothing but an attempt to shirk responsibility. Everyone in the city knew what kind of character the City Lord had.

This city’s Spirit Stones and resources had all been seized by Colin Blackwood. Once he escaped to the Extreme Cold Lands, the city would be finished. To bring it back to prosperity would require not just radical measures but support of tens of millions of Spirit Stones at the very least.

There are many Great Sects in the Central Region, but none would want to take over such a mess, especially since the city had run out of resources. The only thing of use might be the Teleportation Array, but if one had tens of millions of Spirit Stones, why not build one in one’s own sect? It’s clearly inappropriate to take over a city hundreds of miles away.

Colin Blackwood’s face turned iron blue. Logan wasn’t giving him any face, was he ready to fight to the bitter end? Normally, cultivators needn’t resort to wholesale slaughter. Colin Blackwood had made concessions, but he still swallowed his anger.

“I was wrong about what happened just now, and to offer you compensation, I, as the City Lord, will give you one million Spirit Stones to express my sincerity. We’re both above the level of Dominators, why get involved with these ordinary people? They can’t bring us any benefit to our cultivation.”

Colin Blackwood smiled sheepishly, cupping his hands in greeting: “I admit that in pursuit of Spirit Stones for cultivation, I have been a bit too ruthless over the years. But if I’d really done something terribly wrong, it wouldn’t have taken until today for the Five Great Sects of the Central Region to come, especially since we’re close to the Saint Sky Sect.”

“There’s something you haven’t quite grasped yet, I’m not here to cause you trouble, I’m here to seek justice for the millions of people in the city. So offering me one million Spirit Stones is useless because I couldn’t care less about them, and your words are fundamentally wrong.”

Logan strode forward, speaking deliberately, “If not for the tens of thousands of people in this city, how could you have risen to become its lord? Cultivators may only consider their own interests in cultivation, which is human nature, but you must not forget your roots, nor can you recklessly slaughter those to whom you owe gratitude; the Heavenly Dao would not allow it.”

It was precisely the tens of thousands of people in this city that allowed Colin Blackwood to rise, consuming how many Spirit Stones? How did it all change in Colin Blackwood’s view? Moreover, the Teleportation Array in this city was built in the past by several Sanctuaries and Array Masters, and it was certainly not for people like Colin Blackwood to act recklessly.

“Logan, are you truly unwilling to give an inch?” Colin Blackwood took a deep breath, a chill emerging in his gaze. He had repeatedly given way, time and again—was Logan intent on continuing the struggle? If courtesy is not returned, one must face the consequences. Did he really think he was scared of him?

As a Half-step Saint Seat cultivator, even if his strength was inferior to that of Logan, the moment he brought forth his foundation and trump cards, Logan would surely gain not the slightest advantage.

Before his escape, Colin Blackwood had been reluctant to start quarrels, yet Logan had gone too far. Was it really worth fighting against him for the sake of millions of unskilled ordinary people under the City Lord? Even at this moment, Colin failed to understand—on what grounds did Logan stand? The noble cause shouldn’t prioritize these lower beings.

Logan shook his head, full of pity, “You are actually quite pitiable, because as I’ve said over and over, there is no conflict between us, just pure disdain.”

“It seems I have no choice but to embark on a killing spree now. I have been in the Half-step Saint Seat Realm for dozens of years, amassing trump cards and strategies that you cannot hope to compare with.”

There was no turning back, and in his fury, Colin Blackwood unleashes the Law’s Force. The attack that shook heaven and earth was terrifying to behold, causing the very air around them to seem to explode. Throughout the crimson, dazzling strike, it appeared as if Colin himself was the Dominator of the world.

However, Logan was not at all afraid and retaliated with a move of his own. From the moment he revealed his divine weapon, the pressure on Colin was immense. Even though Colin had unleashed his strongest attack, Logan’s divine weapon was as powerful as those of a Sanctuary Powerhouse, boundless in might.

Both sides clashed for dozens of rounds, each exerting their full power. Yet, in the end, Colin was outmatched and forced into retreat by Logan, a result which took Logan by surprise. He had previously contended with a Quasi-Saint, and he had believed himself to be able to scorn all within the realm of Half-step Saints.

But after battling with Colin, he realized that his former self was too arrogant. Though Colin was only a Half-step Saint Seat, he was not far behind a Quasi-Saint. Had Logan’s strength not been on par with a Quasi-Saint, the outcome of the battle would have been uncertain; it was a close victory.

Colin was now deeply afraid, as he faced Logan as if facing a formidable enemy, “Are you truly just a Loose Cultivator? I cannot believe that a Loose Cultivator could cultivate to such a formidable level. You must be from the Saint Sky Sect. Is it because I previously sought refuge with the Blood Drinking Sect that Aurelius Azure seeks retribution?”

“I’m not sent by Aurelius Azure, though I know him. With the crisis in the Central Region resolved, even if the Saint Sky Sect doesn’t come, you should have anticipated your own fate!”

Logan continued to muster his Divine Skill and attacked Colin again. Bart Cloud, who had been growing impatient on the side, also made his move.

Bart Cloud, now in the Dominator Realm, certainly didn’t fear a Half-step Saint Seat, which was, after all, just a consummate Dominator and nothing more. Colin was already no match for Logan, and now, facing another formidable enemy, he quickly accumulated numerous wounds.

Watching Bart Cloud about to deliver a killing blow, Logan hurriedly intervened, “Hold on—you can’t give him a quick death. After wreaking havoc in this city for so many years, he must have amassed a fortune in Spirit Stones. We must make him cough up every single one, to give some solace to the millions in the city.”

“It doesn’t matter to me.” Bart Cloud nodded and held his weapon to Colin’s throat, signaling that if the latter dared to make any rash moves, he would not hesitate to administer a deadly blow. Colin at this moment was engulfed in utter despair.

But Colin did not wish to die—he had cultivated his entire life to reach the Half-step Saint Seat. Was he to fall here? He believed he had a chance to become a Saint Seat as well.

“Both of you, I’m willing to offer ten million Spirit Stones for my life. Isn’t that enough to appease the millions in the city and restore justice? You can have the reputation, and with the Spirit Stones, wouldn’t it be the best of both worlds?”

Colin bowed his head, his posture submissive: “I promise to reform from now on. If you don’t believe me, I can also swear an oath to the Heavenly Dao and accept the consequences.”